Yea Right

The big platinum rope around my neck look like a gray noose
Gold star, sitting on my chest like a state troop
Try to play me yeah right, watch me play you
Chrome desert eagle in his mouth I call it gray goose
D on the interview
50 in the magazine
The first Cadillac I seen I filled it up with gasoline
It couldn’t slide off (nope) not even with Vaseline
I watched the stop light: green, yellow, red, and back to green
Without a sign of light I knew exactly what time it was
No handgun I tried to figure out what kind it was
You pussies lining up, my suspects anonymous
For feeling 5 guns altogether it was 9 of us
And yeah right, telling Dreda put that K away
Trespassers last night got a 72 and stay away
That’s 6 feet deep under a rock with your name and date
And I don’t play around, I play it safe
I heard you plotting on getting on me (yeah right)
You supposed to sick some niggas on me (yeah right)
You act like I don’t keep a pistol on me (yeah right)
Strip me (yeah right)
Seriously? (yeah right)
So what that I’m on high arrest parole? (you're damn right)
I’ll follow you like highway patrol (you're damn right)
I got a 3 piece choppa and it full (you're damn right)
With a scope (you're damn right)
Up close (you're damn right)
Knocking individuals, damn K-I-D I be the kid
I follow you around like your little brother did
I go to jail for getting down and rocking
I take my chances riding 'round 50 rounds in the Benz
It’s pretty embarrassing them suckers think I’m scared of 'em
I check they ass through traffic like a good Samaritan
Protect the compound like Iraqis did Americans
Dead by the town and lounge penthouse at the Sheraton
You’re damn right boy I’m playing with some chippas
We shoot bitches like that white boy
You say it’s on site boy, you best be slick
'cause if we was doing life boy, I’d stick you
You’re damn right boy I’m playing with some chippas
We shoot bitches like that white boy
You say it’s on site boy, you best be slick
'cause if we was doing life boy, I’d stick you
I heard you plotting on getting on me (yeah right)
You supposed to sick some niggas on me (yeah right)
You act like I don’t keep a pistol on me (yeah right)
Strip me (yeah right)
Seriously? (yeah right)
So what that I’m on high arrest parole? (you're damn right)
I’ll follow you like highway patrol (you're damn right)
I got a 3 piece choppa and it full (you're damn right)
With a scope (you're damn right)
Up close (you're damn right)
The kids I be with grip that 4, Nickelodeon
And knock your noodles out, hey your forehead dripping sodium
Don’t let me get a hold of him
Choppas standing over him
I look like a custodian
Mopping down the podium
Walking up to me
You best be walking with the heat
I’ll leave you laid out screaming like you talking in your sleep
Bring traffic to a stop, like you walked into the street
Rip your leg out from the top, like you walked into a Jeep
Shoot a nigga in his chin, make him do a head spin
Put a stop like a dead end
Yeah right, you’re damn right, your spot dry like dead skin
Plus y’all ain’t got enough def like the Redskins, nigga
I got that 30 dick, built up with 40 slugs
I give your little nigga 20 like I owed him up
I give him 5 more, I call it showing love
Fool plotting and I know he would
I heard you plotting on getting on me (yeah right)
You supposed to sick some niggas on me (yeah right)
You act like I don’t keep a pistol on me (yeah right)
Strip me (yeah right)
Seriously? (yeah right)
So what that I’m on high arrest parole? (you're damn right)
I’ll follow you like highway patrol (you're damn right)
I got a 3 piece choppa and it full (you're damn right)
With a scope (you're damn right)
Up close (you're damn right)